The painting has not moved, and the wind has not risen.

Fluttershy doesn't move in the painting, but Yang Qing already feels that she is moving, dancing and energetic.

It's like it's moving all the time.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth and suddenly wanted to tear the painting apart.

She hates the portrait and grows to hate Fluttershy.

But her hatred could only turn into weakness, and the softness swept across Wusheng's chest, and the softness did not have a trace of strength.

Amorous women may be like this.

Wusheng caressed her body, "She's a kind person, not bad. ”

"But she ......."

"But she's brought us a lot of disasters? Are you scared? ”

Yang Qing was silent.

"You're also a good woman, kinder."

Yang Qing smiled.

She smiled and kissed Wusheng on the cheek, the kiss was very light, and her cheeks were very red.

"You can't bear to throw her outside and let others bully her, can you?"

Yang Qing lowered her head and stared at the ground.

She was not only contemplative, but also deeply distressed, she could no longer distinguish herself, she did not want to watch her endure loneliness and loneliness alone in the cold, dark night, nor did she want to be implicated in her life, and her life was in danger all the time.

It's a strange, peculiar, and complex idea.

"You have to calm down now, and you don't know what to do until you're completely calm."

Yang Qing nodded.

His breathing gradually stabilized, and his eyes were no longer staring at the ground.

"I figured it out."

"What did you figure out?"

"Even if we dodge in many places, we can't avoid Fluttershy, and Fluttershy will still get close to us, won't she?"

Wusheng nodded.

"This is a chess game, we may just be chess pieces, every move is a fight move, isn't it?"

Wusheng nodded.

"Then we have to die in this?"

"So we have to be calm, calm down and play chess."

"Do we have any chance of escaping the game?"

She smiled bitterly, this sentence is nonsense, since it is a chess game, of course, there is no omission, and there can be no loopholes.

But she had laughed, for no one would speak to her.

"Isn't a game of chess a gamble? Don't you like it a lot? ”

Yang Qing smiled bitterly and was silent.

"As long as we are alive, we have the capital, we have not lost, no matter who the master is, there are times when we make mistakes."

"You found out they were wrong?"

Silent, holding her and drifting away like a light smoke.

"Where are we going?"

There was no life, and his eyes had fallen into the deep alley.

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/

Noon is approaching.

There are few people rushing to the market on the long street, and those who are walking on stilts are gone.

The courtyard was in chaos, full of robes, flower-faced masks, high warps, wigs, fake beards, .......

There were a lot of straws piled up in the corner, one pile after another, not messy, they were bundled.

Tired people swept over it, snoring in their favorite pose, enjoying the stimulation and comfort brought by the sun.

It fell softly like a light smoke and landed on the chimney.

The chimney stood straight, as straight as his body.

The smoke was still wafting, and she was already smiling.

"What are you doing on someone's roof?"

Silent without life.

"Did you bring me here to enjoy the smoke coming from the chimney?"

Silent without life.

"It turns out that chimneys can also be fascinating."

Silent without life.

Yang Qing smiled stupidly and didn't say anything.

At that moment, a woman came out wriggling her buttocks, followed by a man with a smile on his face that looked so tired and satisfied that he couldn't even open his eyelids.

He weakly reached out and touched the woman's buttocks.

The woman smiled and pointed at Rouyang, and then pushed it on his body.

Yang Qing smiled stupidly, "You didn't bring me here to watch others cheat, right?" ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing was silent.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, standing by the chimney.

But others found that perhaps he was too quiet, as quiet as a chimney, and had become one with the roof.

The woman had gone away, and as she was leaving, she bit him lightly on the ear, and the man's eyes were dull and weak, and his hand did not drop, as if he had forgotten to put it down.

Yang Qing struggled to control her smile.

The man suddenly lowered his head, as if he had been tired and could not lift up.

At that moment, he noticed a shadow like a light smoke floating down, and his body was no longer able to move.

He was astonished, and a look of fear drifted in his eyes.

Wusheng leaned him against the chimney, staring and poking him with gun-like eyes, as if he wanted to poke him to death by the chimney.

The man was breathing.

Yang Qing smiled and twisted a branch, scraped some cigarette ash at the mouth of the chimney, and drew a line on his cheek with a smile.

The man gritted his teeth.

Yang Qing pointed at Wusheng, and then pointed at herself, "You can see us clearly." ”

The man nodded, already staring.

Yang Qing's eyes widened and glared at this person, "We are not good people, we specialize in bad things, we dare to do any bad thing, and we like to do it." ”

The man nodded.

"You have to be careful, you have to be careful in everything you say."

The man nodded.

"During the Chinese New Year, our hands have always been very soft, and it won't hurt to shoot, so it's auspicious."

The man nodded.

"Fang's name?"

The man smiled wryly, "Under the Flying Mouse." ”

"Have you done anything nasty lately?"

The Flying Rat gritted its teeth, his face pressed against the chimney like a potsticker.

Yang Qing smiled, stood up suddenly, and didn't want to ask again.

Wusheng suddenly stared at and poked him, "You didn't step on stilts today?" ”

The Flying Mouse nodded.

"Because you struck the gong?"

The flying rat gritted its teeth, and the green tendon in its neck was already shaking.

"Is it your magic needle?"

The flying rat suddenly closed his eyes, unwilling and afraid to look at this person, whose eyes were as black as the head of a gun, and he was stared at by those eyes, as if he had been poked by a gun again.

"You can say it."

The flying rat slowly opened his eyes and stared at Wusheng, the expression on his face became very strange, and every muscle seemed to have completely stiffened and died.

Blood slowly flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

Yang Qing was stunned.

A sword tip popped out of the Flying Mouse's chest.

He tried to open his mouth, but he didn't say a word, and his eyes were full of indescribable resentment and resentment.

When I looked at him, I saw the piles of straw in the yard.

The man on the straw is gone.

Yang Qing was speechless, and her smile was gone.

She wanted to tease the man, but she didn't think that the man was dead.

The tip of the sword was still dripping blood, and it was not taken.

What about the man who wields the sword?

Is the man with the sword still in the chimney?

Wusheng hugged Yang Qing and floated towards the courtyard like light smoke, and there was no one in the courtyard anymore.

There was only one dog in the empty yard, staring at the bowl in front of it, swept by the soft sun.

The room was dark and gloomy, and on the long bamboo poles hung a series of robes, occasionally fluttering, as if they were caressed by wild ghosts.

Yang Qing's palms were already in a cold sweat.

On the dim walls are hung all kinds of antique flower face masks, including clowns, beauties, Bao Gong, prime ministers, champions, Guan Gong, Zhang Fei, .......

Yang Qing didn't speak, because Wusheng came in, and he must have his own intentions.

She didn't ask, she didn't refuse, she didn't resist.

The lifeless stone statue stands in front of the wall, facing the masks.

He stared at the flower-faced clown for a long time.

Yang Qing couldn't understand it, why was he staring at it like this?

At this time, the robe on the bamboo pole was fluttering again, and the movement was not big, but it was enough to frighten Yang Qing.

She was gasping for breath, as if she was about to be frightened.

"Don't be afraid, we'll be fine." Lack of life has touched her back.

Yang Qing couldn't help but squirm.

At this moment, there was a sudden change in the eye holes on the flower-faced clown's mask.

He already had a pair of eyes, staring at them in a daze.

Unspeakable resentment, resentment.

A figure suddenly appeared, and fell limply to the ground, but it was no longer moving.

Who's this? Why is there a sword tip on the chest?

Yang Qing had already thought of a person, the Flying Mouse.

She took off the mask, and a black mark appeared on her cheek, which was Yang Qing's masterpiece, and she had not forgotten it.

Why did the bones end up here?

She looked at Wusheng, hoping that Wusheng would see this.

Wusheng didn't seem to be aware of it, staring and poking at the Guan Gong in front of him, the big knife in Guan Gong's hand did not have a trace of luster, as if it had been rusted.

There was a man kneeling on the futon below.

This man faced Guan Gong with motionless sincerity, as if telling about his misfortune and disaster.

Wusheng suddenly walked up to the man and stopped seven feet away, "I know you. ”

"You know me, come back."

"I came here because I knew you."

The man laughed, mysteriously and eeriely.

"You're ready to make a move."

Yang Qing didn't understand why she didn't say a few more words when she met, she had to do it, and she had to work hard.

Who is this man?

"Why should I make a move?"

"Because I'm going to duel with you, you must make a move."

"What if I don't make a move?"

Silent without life.

He easily let Yang Qing's hand go and approached the person.

At this moment, the bodies of the two of them were caught in a fishing net, hanging high.

The man turned around, and his mask was Guan Gong.

He had a knife in his hand, a great sword.

The big knife in Guan Gong's hand was gone, and he stood empty-handed, looking down at the common people coldly and ruthlessly.

The man smiled, "What else do you have to say?" ”

Silent without life.

The man smiled, "I know you won't say it, because what words do you have to say?" ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing gasped and stared at this person coldly, "You want to kill lifeless?" ”

"Yes."

Yang Qing sneered, sneering and cold, "You are a coward, a bad seed." ”

The man was silent and hung his head.

There was already laughter on the sidelines.

A dozen people, a dozen flower-faced masks, and no weapons in their hands.

They don't have weapons anymore, their laughter is.

Yang Qing stared at them coldly, already seeing who they were.

These dozen or so people are on stilts on Chang'an Street, but they are all short, and nothing else has changed.

The peach in the naughty boy's hand is still there, the smile is still there, but the voice is very peculiar.

"I'm Little Peach, I know who you are."

Yang Qing was stunned.

This person is a woman's voice, delicate, moving and incendiary, as long as the average man listens to it, he will not be able to control himself.

"You are Yang Qing, the God of Wealth."

Yang Qing was silent.

"Do you still like good money?"

Yang Qing was silent.

"Now you can be kind, we all love money, and we don't hate it."

As she spoke, she waved her hand, for fear that Yang Qing would not know.

Yang Qing didn't have good money, and stared at them coldly, "You want me to have good money?" ”

Little Peach nodded, "Yes, that's right. ”

As she spoke, she looked at the others, as if she was afraid that they would disagree with the idea.

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

Little Peach nodded, very cute, she walked to Zhang Fei's side, her body touched him softly a few times, Zhang Fei's chest seemed to be about to burst, and her breathing suddenly accelerated, as if she couldn't do it anymore.

"You see, they all agree, no one objects."

Yang Qing nodded, "Why don't you put us down and make me comfortable with good money?" ”

Little Peach smiled, laughing as if she was a debauched fairy, indescribably obscene and nasty.

Yang Qing didn't seem to see it, staring at the little peach, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Little Peach's laughter gradually disappeared, she kissed her lightly on the peach, and suddenly stared at Yang Qing, "We are not stunned, how could we do such a thing?" ”

She glanced at the others, "If I let you go, we're not going to run away desperately." ”

They all nodded, as if they agreed with the statement.

"What's more, the spear god's gun is really dangerous, if you poke a hole in me, I won't be miserable."

Yang Qing stared at them coldly and was silent.

Little Peach stared at Yang Qing, "Are you scattered or not?" ”

Yang Qing was silent.

Little Peach nodded, "The God of Wealth doesn't scatter wealth, we're leaving." ”

She said to go, but she actually walked out.

There is only one Guan Gong here.

Guan Gong held a big knife in his hand and faced the statue of Guan Gong, "The disciple is fortunate to have a spear god today, dedicated to the ancestors, may your old man have a long life, and be blessed with heaven." ”

Yang Qing was close to Wusheng, and suddenly wanted to hear his heartbeat, whether it was beating very fast.

When a person reaches the point of death, does his heart beat faster than usual?

There was not a trace of unsteady heartbeat.

Guan Gong stared at Wusheng, "I'm going to kill you." ”

Wusheng nodded.

Guan Gong stared at Wusheng's neck, "I'm going to cut off your neck and use it as a sacrifice." ”

Wusheng nodded.

Guan Gong didn't understand, "You're not afraid at all?" ”

Silent without life.

"You can close your eyes."

Wusheng didn't close his eyes, staring and poking at the big knife in Guan Gong's hand, "Why don't you make a move?" ”

Guan Gong nodded, slowly raised the big knife, and slowly leaned back.

The knife flashed.

The broadsword has slashed towards the lifeless, strong and swift.

Yang Qing had gradually closed her eyes.

Wusheng didn't seem to see the sword light, staring and poking at the statue of Guan Gong, and the statue of Guan Gong seemed to be staring at him.

The knife "ding" fell to the ground, and the person fell softly.

Guan Gong is dead.

Several officials walked in slowly smiling, smiling and staring at lifeless.

The first one was Yanxiong, and his smile did not affect a trace of majesty.

"The gun god is lifeless, you owe me a life-saving favor."

There was no life, no movement, but the nets had changed.

The nets were broken.

Wusheng stood upright like a statue of Yang Qing in his arms, staring and poking Yanxiong with his eyes, as if he wanted to poke him to death in front of the statue of Guan Gong.